Ken Griffey Jr Cleats Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 5.4 “WOW! CALVIN KLEIN! SO SOSSY!” Caye shouted. Yes, I gave him three pairs of Calvin Klein boxers plus ... “I’m envious! I just wish Lou got my name! I love the Nike Lowcut socks including the CK Boxers!!!” Ken said when he saw the black lowcut socks from Nike. I saw Gio smile at what he got. “Hey, how much is that? Seems like expensive!” Ma’am asked intriguingly.

That would give her no option that to grumpily follow after us since she hated being alone. A knock sounded on the door and it was pushed open. Jason walked in, dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a jacket for the cold. He had a pair of Nike Air Jordan retro shoes on his feet. I frowned, knowing fully well that Michael had gotten this for him. "You don't have that type of shoe," Julia pointed out. "Where did you get it from?" A smile covered his face. "Dad got it for me after I showed him it was what I liked."

He shamelessly ogled my ass, making me feel all sorts of flustered. Unlike me, Quade was fully dressed in less than five minutes. He wore a simple gray tee that fitted him as snugly as his black jeans that were ripped at the knees. We both wore all star sneakers — they were custom made, a gift from Quade when he felt the baby kick. It was corny but sweet and maybe a little weird but he was trying.

Trixie POV I woke up to my alarm playing the morning weather and then it rolled straight into today's top hits. I stretched out in my bed and got up. I took a quick shower and straightened my hair out. I put on my make-up. I pulled on some black leggings and a cute baby blue cropped sweater. My leggings were high waisted ones so even though my sweater was cropped there was practically no skin showing which was good for school. I threw on the new pair of Air Jordan sneakers that my parents got me last night. They were baby blue, white and pink with black ascents. I was in love with them.

DEMETRIA It’s Wednesday. Game night. By 6:00 p.m., Papá and I were dressed and ready. Both of us proudly rocking Lakers jerseys like we’d been part of the franchise since birth. Papá wore a classic gold Lebron James #23 jersey, tucked neatly into his jeans like this was some kind of formal event. He’d even styled his salt-and-pepper hair with extra gel, and his brand-new white sneakers practically squeaked with every step. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was about to meet royalty.

Jaylen stood with his arms folded looking straight at him, as Claire hid behind his back looking scared. “Wait a minute! Is that mine?" Jayden questioned. “Does it look any where like yours, you should check your room." Jaylen retorted sounding pissed. The boot had been bought for them by their grandmother. It is a Nike shoes and quite expensive. She had gotten it for the boys fifteenth birthday. The shoes were a bit identical green, but different shades of green and sometimes can be mistaken for the other. She had thought it might bond them and had ordered for the same shade of color.

Professional, hard, a leader. I nodded, resting my hand on my thighs. I briefly glanced down at my clothing: a short-sleeved, fitted, olive-green performance tee, slim-cut, dark-olive cargo trousers with reinforced knees and two zippered thigh pockets for small gear and elastic cuffs. Low-profile black tactical trainers - grippy soles for wet ranges, cushioned midsoles for pacing hallways, and quick-lace systems for rapid on/off.

I don't have to worry about the headmistress, the gym teacher, and everyone else that hates me. Griffin leaned against the front door, his getup is sexy in his bad boy charm. White tank top, leather jacket with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of dark blue jeans tucked into black boots. He may not have my sense of fashion, but whatever he's doing works for him. My cheeks warmed, does he know what happened between me and Dell? Nah, I'm sure he doesn't. "I'm ready." He looked up from his phone, running his gaze over my attire.

It becomes yet another weapon in their arsenal as does the swanky shoes and silk tie. Nate was most certainly in the latter category. So, Kim had thought that she’d seen him in his prime. But when he showed up today in a pair of jeans molded to his muscular legs that rested low on his hips. She almost swallowed her tongue. He was wearing a t-shirt that looked a size too small, at least to her. She hadn’t wanted to know he worked out, but it was obvious in that black t-shirt. But that wasn’t the worst of it. On the pocket had her logo for The Grind.